Julia Ward
Julia Ward
sacrifice men brutality
Any religion which sacrifices women to the brutality of men is no religion.
sex thinking individual
I think nothing is religion which puts one individual absolutely above others, and surely nothing is religion which puts one sex above another.
life forever ideals
Every life has its actual blanks, which the ideal must fill up, or which else remain bare & profitless forever.
going-out
How utterly are one's best thoughts invaded by this going out in society.
believe heart sacrifice
I want to take the word Christianity back to Christ himself, back to that mighty heart whose pulse seems to throb through the world to-day, that endless fountain of charity out of which I believe has come all true progress and all civilization that deserves the name .. I go back to that great Spirit which contemplated a sacrifice for the whole of humanity. That sacrifice is not one of exclusion, but of an infinite and endless and joyous inclusion. And I thank God for it.
sight limits metamorphosis
In the nature of things, I must soon lose sight of this sense of constant metamorphosis whose limits bound our human life.
marching-on lamps evening
I have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps, I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His Day is marching on.
civilization broken eggshells
The broken eggshell of a civilization which time has hatched and devoured.
truth judging evil
Every newly discovered truth judges the world, separates the good from the evil, and calls on faithful souls to make sure of their election.
beauty should profession
It is not good for beauty that it should be a profession.
husband my-husband known
I have never known my husband to approve any act of mine which I myself valued.
work dark done
Much of the work of every life is done in the dark.
self wish rise-above
It is always legitimate to wish to rise above one's self, never above others.
god war eye
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: / He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ...